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Chartreuse Haze
02:34
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Julie’s kickin’ down the door
We don’t wanna live here anymore
Feeding on hot nights for days
Falling asleep in a chartreuse haze
Oh, isn’t it such a mess?
Every waning moon, every golden rule
Oh, isn’t it such a dream?
To count ourselves as two—you and me
Everyone you thought was wrong
Ends up right, singing the same old song
Every union and military man
Will abandon all plans in the end
Oh, isn’t it such a mess?
Every waning moon, every golden rule
Oh, isn’t it such a dream?
To count ourselves as two—you and me
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Lily Dreams
02:19
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Swaying hips, fingertips
Sauntering in her way
Down, down to the village
To ancestors she’ll pray
Lily dreams
She’s the strings on your guitar
The keys on your piano
The sun itself
After a sleepless night
With the local official
Never known a holiday
It’d be too sacrificial
She dreams
Of a better tomorrow
Hapless, anonymous
Sans the need for a second pillow
Lily dreams
She’s the strings on your guitar
The keys on your piano
The sun itself
She dreams
Of a better tomorrow
Hapless, anonymous
Sans the need for a second pillow
Lily dreams
She’s the strings on your guitar
The keys on your piano
The sun itself
She dreams
Of a better tomorrow
Hapless, anonymous
Sans the need for a second pillow
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Green, Green Eyes
03:30
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Down at the port, we were downing our port
Drowning in the middle of a heatwave
Watching the dancers collect their tips
Watching the dissolution of the cave
Green, green eyes on a Saturday night
Meant for someone else but never me
Make your way to the back of the room
Scour the Dead Sea regularly
Mind’s made up, buttercup
Floating out to find new land
Setting sail, destined to fail
Without the touch of your hand
Green, green eyes on a Saturday night
Meant for someone else but never me
Make your way to the back of the room
Scour the Dead Sea regularly
Green, green eyes on a Saturday night
Meant for someone else but never me
Make your way to the back of the room
Scour the Dead Sea regularly
Green, green eyes on a Saturday night
Meant for someone else but never me
Make your way to the back of the room
Scour the Dead Sea regularly
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4. |
(You Can) Dance
02:14
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Come on, girl, get out of the world
And enter into something better for you
The global order will carry on
Without the hegemonic voice within you
You can put on the red light
If you want to, you can dance
You can put on the red light
If you want to, you can dance, dance, dance
Even if you’re alone in the dark
The world keeps spinnin’
And you’ll keep grinnin’
Without the oligarchs
Come on, light, you’re full of surprise
I told the trees about your style
I know you’re feeling all alone
But the ready, set, go have come and gone
You can put on the red light
If you want to, you can dance
You can put on the red light
If you want to, you can dance, dance, dance
Even if you’re alone in the dark
The world keeps spinnin’
And you’ll keep grinnin’
Without the oligarchs
Come on, girl, get out of the world
And enter into something better for you
The global order will carry on
Without the hegemonic voice within you
You can put on the red light
If you want to, you can dance
You can put on the red light
If you want to, you can dance, dance, dance
Even if you’re alone in the dark
The world keeps spinnin’
And you’ll keep grinnin’
Without the oligarchs
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Chinatown, Paris
02:25
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The seaside was abandoned
And the government losing faith
Of the people
It was all so feeble
So we packed our things and went
To Chinatown
Paris, not New York
Reading Lorca, of course
I
Think I’m losing it
Paintings on the wall
Mean nothing at all
And you, you, you
Stabilize
Leading me to waters
To try, try, try
There’s enough sherry
To make a drunkard drunk
That’s the excess
Not the rest of it
Grace tends to hide
In Chinatown
Paris, not New York
Reading Lorca, of course
I
Think I’m losing it
Paintings on the wall
Mean nothing at all
And you, you, you
Stabilize
Leading me to waters
To try, try, try
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6. |
Love to Lose
02:07
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Don’t get caught chasing shadows
And don’t be afraid of the dawn
Don’t leave fingerprints, please
Leave no trace you’ve been here at all
The thing you hate will always
Get you if you don’t settle down
The thing you love will give it all up
By midnight
Honey, I love to lose
I’m sorry to have lit that fuse
I’d hate to be a righteous king
In a kingdom of make believe
Dirt in your fingernails
From dancing without anxiety
Madness within signals value
Years ago, I gave up piety
Dismal are our chances
But that doesn’t make them none
The thing you love will give it all up
By midnight
Honey, I love to lose
I’m sorry to have lit that fuse
I’d hate to be a righteous king
In a kingdom of make believe
Honey, I love to lose
I’m sorry to have lit that fuse
I’d hate to be a righteous king
In a kingdom of make believe
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Fallen Leaves in July
02:51
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Fallen leaves in July
But you’re the type to try and try
To keep ahold of Spring
To find the perfect offering
True love’s comin’
True love’s comin’
True love’s gettin’ the better of you
True love’s comin’
True love’s comin’
True love’s gettin’ the better of you
I am the sun, the moon,
And everything without you
But I’d rather be with you
If that’s no issue
I can’t accept it
Regret defines the metric
And you defy all duty
Just by virtue of your beauty
Stuck inside the mud
As disappointing as ol’ Billy Budd
Fallen from grace
Sideways at an increasing pace
True love’s comin’
True love’s comin’
True love’s gettin’ the better of you
True love’s comin’
True love’s comin’
True love’s gettin’ the better of you
I am the sun, the moon,
And everything without you
But I’d rather be with you
If that’s no issue
I can’t accept it
Regret defines the metric
And you defy all duty
Just by virtue of your beauty
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Way of the World
02:06
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Last time I surveyed
The debts that you’d paid
The businesses and accounts
You’d closed overseas
The poetry you wrote
In the lining of your notebook
I took it upon natural Providence
To believe
In the life
In the dream
In the agitated way that we
Persistently perceive
The world falling slowly
Enough to miss it
Evil appearing ‘fore your eyes
Every day
Disguised as a natural
Way of the world
Every lover she kept,
Every lay, she believed
In the life
In the dream
In the agitated way that we
Persistently perceive
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